Bound Together: a New Adult Reverse Harem Romance (Torn and Bound Duet Book 2)

by K Webster

  After Ashton orders all of us Irish Bailey’s hot chocolates, we find a cozy little corner with two couches in front of a fireplace and sit. Ashton hands me my drink and plops down next to me, while Bray and Drew take the couch diagonal from us. The cup is warm to the touch and feels good against my cold hands, and even better as it slides down my throat, instantly warming my insides.

  “This is delicious.” I take another sip. “So, what’s on the agenda for tomorrow?” I curl my legs over Ashton’s and he rubs his hand up and down my jean-clad thigh.

  “Skiing for sure,” Drew says.

  “Hell yeah,” Brayden agrees. “We need to hit the slopes first thing in the morning.”

  “Can you ski?” I ask Ashton when he doesn’t say anything.

  He scoffs. “I can do everything.”

  “Will you teach me how to?”

  He side-eyes me. “I’d rather teach you something else… in bed, where it’s warm and there isn’t a chance of avalanches.”

  Brayden barks out a laugh. “In other words, you suck at skiing.”

  Drew snorts. “Finally, something Ashton isn’t good at.”

  “Oh, I’m good,” Ashton retorts. “Mom and Dad practically used that bunny camp as a babysitter every winter. I’ll whip both your asses tomorrow morning, but then I’m spending the rest of the day with Mia warming me up.”

  “But I want to learn,” I tell Ashton, who groans, already knowing he’s going to give in.

  “Fine, but you owe me,” he murmurs, nipping at the corner of my jaw. “And I’m going to collect tonight.”

  “You’re making me pay before you teach me?” I giggle as he nuzzles his face into my neck. “That hardly seems fair.”

  “I already told you I’m a spoiled brat, woman. Nothing is fair when it comes to me.”

  After we finish our drinks, we head back to the cabin, but not before I make the guys take pictures with me in front of the pretty Christmas tree. Since Ashton turned the heat on before we left, it’s toasty warm when we get back. I kick off my boots and shrug out of my jacket, unraveling my scarf from around my neck.

  “Can you give us a tour?” I ask Ashton, glancing around. So far, I’ve only seen the master bedroom.

  “Are you punishing me for something?” he deadpans.

  “What?” I say with a laugh.

  “My mom always punished my dad by refusing him sex when he fucked up. All I want is to get between your legs and you’re not letting me.” He nips at my lips, grinning. “I mean, I’m into punishment, but I prefer the kinky kind, not the psychologically torturous ones.”

  “Oh my God. You’re so dramatic.” I encircle my arms around his neck. “It’s just a little tour. I promise as soon as we’re done, you can fuck me.”

  With Drew, Brayden, and me following him, he shows us all the different rooms: a huge state of the art gym, an indoor theater that rivals the actual ones, an indoor sauna, a massive kitchen, and several others.

  “And this is the backyard,” he says, opening a door that leads outside. I step out and my feet are instantly warmed.

  When I glance down in confusion, Ashton laughs. “The deck is heated.”

  “Nice.” I look up and find the coolest looking hot tub I’ve ever seen on the back porch. It’s made of some sort of rock, making it look like a natural spring. There are several lounge chairs surrounding it, and when Ashton flicks a switch, it lights up turquoise. Tiny bubbles instantly start to form, and you can see the heat rising up in the frigid air.

  “We should all go in!” Then I remember something… “Shoot, I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” I pout at Ashton. “You didn’t tell me there was a hot tub here. Maybe we can find one somewhere—”

  Before I can finish my sentence, I’m being lifted, caveman style, over Ashton’s shoulder. He stalks us over to the hot tub and then drops me in, jeans and all.

  “What the hell!” I shriek, thankful the water’s warm.

  Ashton is already removing his shirt and unzipping his pants while Brayden and Drew laugh at his antics.

  “What are you laughing at?” I bark playfully at them. “Get in here!” I splash water at them and they only laugh harder. Then, since my shirt is sticking to me, I peel it off my body and throw it to the side, leaving me in my lacy bra and jeans.

  Ashton steps into the water in only his boxers and wades over to me. His hazel eyes seem to glow in the turquoise reflection as he cuts through the water toward me like an alligator after his prey. I yelp when his arm circles around my waist while his other hand unbuttons my jeans.

  “This okay, Mia?” he asks, his voice low enough so only I can hear.

  “Yes. It’s just Brayden and Drew.”

  His grin is wicked. “Then let’s get you out of those jeans.”

  We laugh as he wrestles me out of my clothes that have stuck to my skin. When he finally flings them over and they splat on the deck, he pulls my back to his chest and kisses my temple.

  “I think we scared them away,” I say, motioning for the empty deck.

  “Nah, those two can’t pass up hot tub time with the hotties. Give them a second to get their dicks in order.”

  A few minutes later, two hockey gods dressed in black boxer briefs, carrying bottles of liquor, join us in the hot tub. Ashton reaches over and mashes a button that has bubbles rolling all over so it’s too hard to see beneath the surface.

  Drew hands us an unopened, icy cold bottle of vodka. I take it from him and unscrew the lid. It’s cold but burns like fire all the way down my throat. I choke a little before passing it to Ashton.

  “I’m going to fuck you in this hot tub.” Ashton gulps the vodka before passing it back to me. “What do you think about that?”

  “Sounds… hot.”

  Brayden laughs. “Corny, Mia. Real cheesy.”

  I stick my tongue out at him, earning a chuckle from Drew.

  “Children,” Drew says, “behave.”

  “Sorry, MiMi,” Ashton says, grabbing my boob. “Didn’t mean to poke you with my dick. You know how I get when Drew goes all daddy on us.”

  Drew flips him off before slinging his arm over Brayden’s shoulders, pulling him close. They’re so cute together.

  The next few drinks of the vodka go down smoother. My body feels weightless. One glance at Ashton tells me he’s feeling pretty good himself.

  “Oops,” Ashton says a second before my bra loosens. “It fell off.”

  I giggle as he wrangles it off my body. He tosses it at Brayden and Drew, who’ve started to devour each other. It smacks them right in their heads.

  Then it’s on.

  I scream when the boys attack, trying to get to Ashton, but he uses me like a human shield. I latch onto Brayden as Drew attempts to playfully drown Ashton. Brayden pulls me into his lap so we can watch them. His thumb lazily strokes my stomach, making me shiver.

  “You’re feeling good, pretty girl, mmm?” Bray asks, pecking the side of my neck.

  “So good.”

  Bray laughs. “Me too. We needed a vacation.”

  Drew has Ashton trapped in a headlock, laughing his ass off while my boyfriend tries to escape.

  “Let him go,” I say, giggling. “You’re hurting him.”

  Drew tugs at Ashton’s nipple ring. “Ashton likes a little pain.”

  Red-faced from exertion and in a headlock, Ashton still manages to shrug.

  “That thing you’re poking me with is painful,” Ashton chokes out. “I’ll tough it out like a good boy, though, Daddy.”

  This sends them into another splashing chaotic moment where Drew tries to drown him while Brayden and I crack up laughing. Ashton eventually escapes and pounces on me, his hands moving my thighs to settle himself between them in front of me, poised for a kiss. It’s strange to kiss him as I sit on Brayden with my legs spread, but I can’t deny it’s also hot.

  Ashton kisses me hard, devouring me like he needs me to survive. I whimper when his hand pushes my underwear aside and his fingers slide i
nside me.

  “My dick is huge, but you stay so tight for me, MiMi. You’re a miracle.”

  I laugh, even as he bites my lip. Drew has moved to sit beside Brayden, both of them quiet as Ashton kisses me. He breaks the kiss and pulls away, bouncing his stare between each of us. His fingers curl up inside me, hitting me in just the right spot to have me gripping Brayden’s thighs and arching my breasts out of the water.

  “She likes that,” Ashton says. “She also likes putting on a show. You like showing off your pretty tits, don’t you?”

  I shudder, thrumming with pleasure. Brayden’s dick is hard as stone pressed against my ass. When Ashton rubs my G-spot again, I grind against Brayden, causing him to hiss. His hand flies out to grab Drew’s neck and he pulls him in for a kiss. I can’t help but steal a glance of them kissing since they’re so close. Their tongues are starved as they duel with one another. It’s hot. So hot.

  Ashton pulls his fingers out of me and then rips my underwear like it’s nothing. He fumbles with his boxers and then his hard cock is at my entrance.

  This is wrong, right?

  Doing this in front of the guys?

  On them?

  Ashton drives his hips up, his hazel eyes searing into me. I moan as he fucks me hard. Bray’s arm wraps around me, as to keep me locked in place for his friend. The thought sends thrills of excitement pulsating through me.

  Ashton’s mouth is back on mine as he finds my clit. I’m dizzied with pleasure, overcome by the heat and buzzing from the liquor. There’s a hand on my breast and I’m not sure it’s Ashton’s. I don’t worry about it because it feels good, lazily stroking my nipple. When someone playfully nips my shoulder, I tear my mouth from Ashton’s kiss to lock eyes with Drew’s intense blue ones.

  I must suck in a sharp breath because Ashton freezes.

  Several silent beats fill the night.

  And then Ashton is standing with me in his arms, carrying me away from the hot tub, through the cold, snowy night, and into the sanctuary of the master bedroom.

  He fucks me like a madman, but something’s off.

  He’s upset.

  I hope I didn’t fuck this up.

  The minute the back door slams shut, Ashton and Mia disappearing inside, Brayden’s mouth is back on mine. Our tongues thrash against each other. We don’t stop to discuss what just happened. It’s become the norm with us. Focus on the now, what’s directly in front of us, and ignore the reality around us. I have no doubt this mindset is going to fuck us in the end, but for now, ignorance is bliss and all that shit.

  As we kiss, I climb backward out of the warm water and onto the heated deck. We should probably take this to our room, but neither of us seems to be able to wait that long. We’re both too worked up, too turned on. Too in the moment.

  Brayden yanks my boxers down my thighs and throws them to the side, the sound of the wet material landing somewhere in the distance. He pushes me onto my back and the warmth of the ground heats my flesh. His wild brown eyes, filled with lust, meet mine as he removes his own, his rock-hard dick springing free. He’s a man on a mission as he spreads my thighs and grips my ass, slightly lifting my lower half up. For a split second, I think he’s going to fuck me, and my dick swells at the thought of him ramming his dick into my ass. Filling me with his cum. The way Ashton rammed his dick into Mia’s pussy a few minutes ago. But Brayden doesn’t fill my ass. Instead, he dips his face down between my legs and his wet tongue lands on the sensitive area between my ass and ballsac. He licks me there for several seconds and then takes one of my balls into his warm, wet mouth.

  “Fuck,” I grunt, feeling like I’m about to come. “Bray…”

  “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, taking my other ball into his mouth. His tongue licks and sucks, and I close my eyes, relishing in how good his mouth feels on me. He releases me and then his hand is stroking my dick, root to tip, up and down slowly, his tongue swirling around the swollen head. If he doesn’t stop soon, I have no doubt I’m going to erupt in his mouth.

  “Come here,” I mutter, not wanting this to end yet. I sit up and grip the back of his neck so I can drag him up my body. Our dicks align as our mouths connect. It doesn’t matter how many times I kiss him, touch him, feel him, it’s never enough. I always want more. Call me selfish, but I just can’t get enough of him.

  “I want to fuck you so badly,” he murmurs against my lips, as he reaches between us and fists our cocks. I kiss his mouth, suck on his neck, I lick each of his nipples as he rubs our dicks together, the mixture of water and precum creating the perfect friction to set us both off.

  As we come together, our hot seed smearing across both our stomachs, I kiss him hard, not wanting our connection to end. Never wanting it to end.

  When our dicks go soft, and we’re completely spent, Brayden drops his head and kisses the side of my neck. Then his lips meet mine one more time, his tongue invading my mouth in the most delicious way before he retreats, falling back into the hot tub and pulling me along with him.

  “I’m not sure Ashton would appreciate us cleaning our cum off in his hot tub,” I joke, caging Brayden against the wall of the hot tub.

  Brayden snorts. “On the contrary, he’d probably welcome it.”

  We both laugh, but it’s forced because we know what we’re doing—living in denial, ignoring the reality of our situation a little longer. The problem is, denying the truth doesn’t change the facts, and the fact is… what happened tonight, while insignificant, changed everything.

  “Fuck, my head is pounding,” Brayden complains from somewhere in the room, as he rifles through the luggage. I’m too hungover to even respond, so I don’t. After we got done in the hot tub last night, we came up here and spent the next few hours drinking and fucking around.

  “Hey, are any of these pills for headaches?” he asks. It takes a second for his words to sink in, but once they do, I’m fully awake.

  “No.” I climb out of bed and take the daily pill organizer from him. “I’m sure there’s some in a cabinet somewhere. I’ll go look.” I shove the container back into my luggage, ignoring the way Brayden is watching me with curiosity. I pull on a pair of clean boxers and pad out of the room to go find him some pain pills—as well as ignore more of that reality shit neither of us wants to deal with.

  As I descend the stairs, I can hear Mia’s moans. What the hell time is it? Do they ever come up for air? I swear the man lives inside of her.

  I swing open each cabinet, until I find what I’m looking for. I pop two into my mouth and chase them down with some water, then pour Brayden a cup and bring them up to him.

  “Thanks.” He’s dressed now in a pair of worn jeans and a long-sleeved Henley, a beanie on his head. “Are they up yet?” he asks, referring to Mia and Ashton.

  “Yeah, they’re fucking like rabbits.”

  Brayden snorts a laugh. “You want to take the golf cart over to the main resort and get breakfast? They can meet us over there later.” During our tour last night, Ashton showed us the golf cart in the garage and said it’s used to drive around when it’s not snowing too badly.

  “Yeah,” I tell him, excited to spend the day out in public with my boyfriend. “That sounds perfect.”

  After I brush my teeth and get dressed, we head out. It’s beautiful out here today. The sun is shining, helping to counter the chill in the air. When we arrive at the resort, we park and find the restaurant that serves breakfast.

  “Two, please,” Brayden tells the hostess. She smiles warmly and walks us back to our seats. There are four and I choose the one directly next to Brayden since I can. He grins at me and takes my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss. It’s new, getting to kiss and touch in public, and I’m worried when we get home, we’ll both miss it… crave it. We still have another six months before we can be seen in public together back home, and then, will Brayden want to? His plan is to join the NHL. Will he want to impact his career by coming out as gay before it even starts? I’d like to say
the world is more open to gay players, but the truth is, humanity still has a long way to go.

  “You okay?” Brayden asks, squeezing my hand.

  “Yeah.” I shake off my pessimistic thoughts and push them into that corner of reality we’re refusing to acknowledge.

  The waitress comes over and I order us each an eggs benedict meal with a side of home fries, two coffees, and waters. We spend breakfast talking about the slopes we plan to hit. Growing up, every winter my dad would take us skiing and snowboarding. That is until we stopped talking just before high school. I still went with my dad twice more before he died, but it wasn’t the same without Bray.

  “Do you think we should wait for them?” Brayden asks as we walk over to the pro shop to rent equipment.

  “Nah, they’ll catch up later. If Ashton has it his way, he and Mia will stay in bed all day.” I’m also enjoying the one-on-one time with Bray, and I’m not quite ready to share him with anyone else yet.

  After we’re set up with our snow gear and equipment, we jump onto the lift and head to the first slope. We decided to start with a smaller, less intense one, since it’s been a little bit for both of us.

  We hop off the lift and take off down the mountain, both of us keeping up with each other the entire way down. The air whips around my face, my mask protecting my eyes as I soar to the bottom.

  “Damn,” Brayden says when we get to the bottom. “We rocked the hell out of that slope. I forgot how much fun that was. Want to hit the bigger one now?”

  “Sure.” I nod, ignoring the way my body is struggling to keep up.

  We spend the next hour riding the slopes. When we get to the bottom of the red slope—a more challenging intermediate slope—we stop to take a small break.

  “This is fun.” Brayden beams, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m really glad we came out here.” He pulls me close to him. “We needed this.” He kisses the side of my neck, his lips lingering for a few seconds.